T.I. - Project Steps (Official Video) Chords

[F#m] _ Old habit die hard, huh?
[C#m] Dear respect will not be [F#m] disregarded, partner
[C#m] You crossed that line, going off about mine
Man, woman, and child
No exception, homeboy, no dear respect will be [C#] tolerated, man
Cut hell a high [F#m] war
You understand that, you bitch?
Paint roll [C#m] mafia, hustle gang go real thing, nigga
I got [F#m] fake bitches on my timeline
[C#m] Sucka niggas in the [F#m] rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my time
Even replyin' to let you know I don't fear you
Fuck a budget, nothin' but a [C#m] Fed-K
Better know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Don't let it go and ain't no turnin' around lookin' back
Swear to God, I'ma drop it just like cookie crack
It's hella hard, I'm a fake-head nigga to the heart
With tone teams on the boulevard
And some young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols, we showin' off
Crossed that line and we goin' off
And let it mall, give a damn who you goin' call
You violatin', we ain't lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstratin', Leo Brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you dear respect for nigga got that
I ain't never been shot at and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got staffin' back and what you know about that?
I'm just a project nigga on the front step
Gettin' money at the concept
[F#] By any means in the belt, what a gun kill
I let that [E] whole clip ride till [F#] everyone left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business
[C#m] Handle my business
Ay, [F#m] try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me, I'ma [C#m] handle my business Try me
I got fake bitches on my [F#] timeline
[C#m] And hatin' niggas in the [F#m] rear view
I got naked bitches in the high-vi
On the balcony so they can get a clear view
Heard a city with my dick up in it
Bed in the morning, won't remember which [C#m] bitch is it
Shit, hey I'm too rich for this shit
But I'm too real to be tried nigga
Go and get me, that just like going to get God
And I ain't gotta make excuses, why?
I don't fuck with whoever, what you wanna do about it?
Thought not, fuck around, get crossed out
And caught slippin', roll down on your ass, 45 star spin
Gonna be a long day nigga, I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition
What's [F#] up, what you do for dough?
Guess you doin' too [C#m] slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' wheelies in the front, leaving you in the dust
Kickin' your dough, mashed up, like who in the [F#] fuck?
Why you usin' ho-ho?
Not just a little piece [C#m] of pussy
Better watch your ass talk if you don't know me, nigga, hold [F#] up
I'm just a project nigga on the front step
[F#m] [C#m] I'm gettin' money at the concept
By any means in the belt, what a gun kill
I let that whole clip ride till everyone laughin' at [F#m] it
Try me, I'ma handle my business
[C#m] Handle my business
[F#m] _ _ I'ma handle my business
Try me, I'ma handle my business Try me
All I wanna do is go and [C#m] chill
Take my mind out the ones I wanna go and kill
And yeah, I'm [F#m] a daddy, love my little [C#m] girls
But I still check a bitch like Park B and Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey, I ain't growin' to it, I was born real
You see I crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama want it
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street corn
Nigga, who am I?
I'm [F#m] just a project nigga on the front step
[C#m] I'm gettin' money at the concept
By any means in the belt, what a gun kill
I let that whole [C#] clip ride [F#] till everyone laughin' at it
Try me, I'ma handle my business
[C#m] Handle my business
[F#m] _ I'ma handle my business
Try me, I'ma handle my business Try me _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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